Yeow, rich girl,
in a sexy yellow car.
Oh, let me leap in,
we needn’t go far—
And your head
is a fucking
Sunflower
which is being smushed in your
(What’s that called?
the distance between
your head and
the roof of a car)
in your zero head-clearance car,
which is STILL yellow,
as I pull away.
Category: Poems
fictions, speculative dreams, and meditations
The Bluejays
A blue jay lands on the edge of a log planter
makes sure the coast is clear
and I guess he sent signal
because, as he’s hopping in
his mate swoops into the poem
and they land simultaneously
amongst the dead stalks.
Blue feathers bob and sway over the edge.
When they move on, they carry a dusty trail with them.
This One Needs a Title
As the blonde
drifts away—
Okay. Tell me
you have no
Playboy themed
accessories.
She blusters One!
but, you’ll have to earn it.
I believe I have.
I am trying
I want to recreate
The Loud Announcement
of the
Grasshopper’s Emergence
via the sound of
rummaging through leaves.
Or is it that:
I want to recreate,
through the sound of rummaging through leaves,
The Loud Announcement
of the
Emergence
of the
Grasshopper.